Perspective of a siren
I want you in my river
that would swirl around your neck
over your eyes
mingling with your hair
and when you open your eyes
under my blue current
you'll see me
and the eyes of your world, and mine
and the world will blink back at you
and you'll either become breathless
or you'll become water.
But based upon my poem, this is how I'm starting to feel about many things. and I feel like if those people/things/endeavors aren't authentic, they will become breathless and non-living to me, or they can become water and be apart of my current. All at the same time being something very beautiful and enthralling to watch unfurl on life's path.
Maybe the sirens were helping to facilitate a metaphor coming alive- perhaps they facilitated a blending of two worlds.